Orlando Carton, the young Carter Castle patrolman, on the second night of the Harvest Festival, the city was full of people, shopping in the market in Central City and watching the magic.

Orlando folded his arms and looked at them. He couldn't help but start to miss his girlfriend - the lovely Jane. She must be very busy as a helper in the restaurant in the north of the city. What rich gentlemen like most at the harvest festival is to take their families with them.

Dined at those restaurants.

"Orlando." The senior on the side waved to the young man, so Orlando ran over quickly - as a newcomer, helping the seniors run errands is Okukido's strength.

Through the crowd, Orlando noticed a young man wearing a black dress with a white handkerchief with black edges on his collar - this meant that someone in the family had just passed away.

"Mr. Michel, this is the best newcomer in our police department, Orlando Carton." After the greasy-faced middle-aged man finished speaking, he patted Orlando on the shoulder who walked up to him: "He is a good young man!

I'll let him help you."

"No problem, Officer Orlando, please come with me."

Orlando followed this gentleman. Although he didn't know who he was, the senior who could raise his nose even in front of the director lowered his head to his chest in front of this Mr. Michel. He must be a very special person.

Mr. Remarkable.

Following him through the venue, Orlando saw a large pile of suitcases... piled like a mountain.

They were pushed under the light path. Perhaps because there was a dog, the luggage looked very safe.

"This is too much..." Orlando said something unconsciously.

"Of course I don't ask you to move it yourself. Mr. Police Officer, I have some things to deal with here, so I hope you will supervise me. The carriage and porters I called will arrive in five minutes. At that time, you are responsible for asking them to move all the things.

The suitcases have all been loaded onto the carriage." After the gentleman finished speaking, he took out a ten-dollar note from his wallet with a smile and handed it to Orlando's hand with a smile: "This is the reward for your hard work today, Mr. Policeman."

On the unlit street, a transaction had just taken place.

Orlando smiled and nodded quickly: "No problem, sir, I will take care of your luggage." - It was the first time for the young man to see a tip of this denomination, and he almost caught up with his ten days' salary.

"Then I'll leave my luggage to you... Ah, by the way, today is the Harvest Festival. Here is a little bit of my thoughts. Mr. Police Officer, please invite your girlfriend to have a cup of tea after get off work. North of Chengzhong District The Kalmos Refreshment Shop is very good, even we in the northern city have heard of it." The kind gentleman smiled and took out two more ten-dollar notes and handed them to Orlando's hand.

Then, without waiting for Orlando to say anything, he took the big dog and left the scene with a smile.

Orlando, who was left behind, looked at the Mowes in his hands, and finally glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention. The young police officer put away his smile, put the money into his wallet, and then glanced at the machine on his wrist.

Table - This is a police officer's benefit.

Nine fifteen at night.

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The elderly instructor Clark glanced at the report in his hand, then turned to look at instructor Ramil. The latter's eyes were dull and he was facing the storm coming from the old Hoffman.

"He is only eleven years old! You have already started to teach him the three-ring technique!" Old Hoffman obviously felt very sorry for his little apprentice: "What if the curse backfires on him?!"

"Isn't he already learning the three-ring blessing technique? I think it's okay." Teacher Ramiel frowned and replied: "He is a genius with nine blessings in ten!"

"Yes, what a genius." Teacher Clark naturally didn't want to sit still and wait for death. Tonight, when the old man came back from Marin and listened to what he had said, he got all fired up. First, he sprayed out Colin, who was responsible for his life, that he couldn't take care of himself, and then

He wanted to call Monica Luhai, who taught Marin sword dancing skills, but after finding out that she was taking leave, he turned his firepower here.

After all, Teacher Clark was from the same era as the old Hoffman!

"What happened to the genius! He is only ten years old!"

"A ten-year-old is still a genius! Do you know how happy I was when I only taught him Holy Dispel once and he learned it once?! I can teach him all the sacred techniques! He can also learn it! As a person

Mentor! Can there be a happier time than this!?" Old Clark said these words with great force.

"Me too! Although I know I smell, that kid never frowns even once. He always smiles at me, whether he is dissecting a corpse or studying a technique, old Hoffman! You

You don’t understand our Curse School at all! This child is like an angel!” Ramiel’s words were extremely sincere.

Facing two mentors, one old and one young, Old Hoffman frowned and finally suppressed the word "get out" in his heart.

"But at least you should consider Marin's safety. He is still too young. No matter how mature he is, his mind is only that of a teenager. What if he cannot control his power? What should you do?

You don’t want to lose this apprentice, right?”

This sentence spoke to the hearts of these two mentors. No matter how unhappy Clark and Ramil were, they had to admit that Old Hoffman's words hit home for them.

Yes, what if such a good and obedient apprentice dies...

"Stop speeding up the teaching process! At least not before the age of fourteen! If this child is lost, it will be immeasurable for our entire church!"

Old Hoffman looked at the two tutors, and after getting their approval, he leaned back on the chair: "Then, tell me about your current teaching progress."

As usual, Old Clark said first: "This child learns very quickly. I have almost finished teaching the three-ring blessing spell."

Old Hoffman's face darkened and he looked at Ramil.

The curse spell instructor smiled innocently: "This child learns very quickly. I have almost finished teaching all the three-ring blessing spells."

This time, old Hoffman finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"You just started teaching the second-ring magic two months ago! Get out of here!"

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The Evocation Spell Instructor and Auxiliary Spell Instructor sitting outside the office heard the roar coming from the door at the same time, and then saw the two unlucky guys thrown out by the furious old Hoffman using his psychic powers.

As an auxiliary spell instructor, Minsk Pybris, the squirrel man of Skver, quickly ran over and helped old Clark: "Why did you make old Hoffman so angry?"

"Old Hoffman asked us to slow down the teaching progress, but we are over the schedule." Clark said, holding his waist: "This damn old man, I am an old man too!"

"This is not a big deal." As the instructor of the plastic energy technique, the red-haired Mrs. Lale pursed her lips: "I have already taught him several four-ring techniques."

"Yes, I have taught it too." Minsk grinned and said, "Teaching Marin the technique is really a pleasure. Once you teach him, he will know it. It's really easy."

Then the four instructors saw the office door open, and the paper man as the messenger stood at the door, watching them silently.

"It's your turn." Instructor Clark patted the little squirrel on the head.

Instructor Ramil sighed: "It's your turn."

So Mrs. Lale walked to the office on catwalk, and Minsk followed in with a smile.

Clark patted his waist, glanced at Ramiel, stretched out his hand and gave him a blessing of strength: "Okay, let's go."

So an old man and a young man got off the tower.

Seeing Colin sitting in the yard smoking, Clark walked over and sat next to him: "Are you angry?"

"No, the teacher is right. I have been a little neglectful in managing Marin. I will be more careful in the future." After Colin finished speaking, he took out the cigarette from the cigarette case and gave it to Clark and Ramil: "Two mentors

,Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard work for us. We still only taught three-ring spells. Little Lale and Minsk even taught four-ring spells." Old Clark took the cigarette, took out his flint lighter, opened the cover and lit it.

He lit a cigarette with a tinder and handed it to Ramiel.

Ramil lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and just as he was about to say something, the three of them felt the spiritual energy fluctuations on the tower.

He raised his head and saw a jet-black thing flying out from the balcony, "Old guy, you can't do this to me -" the latter screamed and flew in an arc to the meditation center of the Harvest Goddess Church not far away.

The lake finally made a big splash.

"It seems to be Mrs. Lale." Colin said curiously.

"That's her." Ramiel sighed.

Clark raised his eyebrows: "I knew they would be beaten, but they would fly too far."

As soon as he finished speaking, another smaller black human figure flew out of the window. It wailed: "I was wrong-", drew the same arc and fell into the lake, splashing Lao Gao's water.

.

"It's Brother Minsk." Colin scratched his face and suddenly felt a little better.

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Marin carried the snack box and pushed open the small room where he and his sister were in the church. There was Maya sitting in the room. This was not surprising.

Surprisingly, there was Faye sitting next to Maya. This girl was feeding Maya with the honey-coated dried meat in her hand.

Seeing Marin push open the door, Faye smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Marin didn't know what to say for a moment.

He silently put the snack box on the table. He had never been waited for since he became an adult. In the end, he could only say "he" to the two smiling girls in a somewhat awkward state.

The most classic greeting I know.

"I'm back, Maya Faye."
Chapter completed!